An obsession for love
the desire of the chase
the little boy wanted nothing more
than the warmth of embrace
before too long, the desire
morphed into radical obsession
poisoned by bodily function
always asking the same question
"Who will love me?"
the boy would think
thoughts of the boy's father
would surface, yet the boy sinks
Now, the boy sits with halves
of a heart in his hands
crying as he is well aware
that this was never his plan
He had seen the tainted glory
from the cunning double life
he chose to lead with lies
filling his mind with strife
He felt like dying
right then and there
under the summer moon
for it was more than he could bare
The little boy found his girl
spewing forth the black filth
vowing his life to a clean state
on one knee, he grabs the hilt
A knight of night, of hell itself
dismantles his armor to show his heart
beating for his one true love
yearning for a fresh start.
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